Words fall hard from the man on top of the hill

Spilling and oosing from a makeshift bill

67 dead to start the day

And before the grief, what does he say?

EDI must somehow be blamed

"because I have common sense"?

Where is my border fence?

It's the only way to be safe and secure from this madness

The lies, deciet, and the ultimate sadness

67 grieving families lost

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I am keeping a secret with myself

for myself,

clutching it within like a bird’s claw,

the carrier pigeons have been shot,

guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,

suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.

My mouth is a gold crested envelope,

my lips are licked with wax:

they are an inked kiss,

the pout is the stamp,

my mind is the scroll:

bound and bound,

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